The weight of her question had left an indelible mark on the Alpha's conscience, a lingering doubt that continued to trouble his mind.
But when the crushing weight in his heart became unbearable, the Alpha, with a determined yet delicate touch, opened the cryogenic pod and gently lifted the blond from its confines.
Clyde tenderly cradled Ryley's slender, lifeless form in his powerful arms, creating a stark contrast between their worlds.
As he inhaled the blond's delicate fragrance, a cascade of memories from their early days together surged through his mind. Each recollection was imbued with a profound sense of longing and aching nostalgia, like old parchments filled with tales of love and despair.
It transported the man to the moment when he had first come to understand that someone could be his refuge, a healing balm for his wounded soul.
